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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.