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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Japan,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.