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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.