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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.