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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cowsills 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.