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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.