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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.