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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.