Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.