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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.