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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.