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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the punk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.