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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.