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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.