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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.