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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.