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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.