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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Neu!,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.