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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Scrapy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.