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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Faust,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Pole,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.