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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Residents to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.