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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.