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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.