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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.