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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Little Man,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.