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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.