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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.