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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.