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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.