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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Smog,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.