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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.