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 India and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.