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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.