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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.