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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.