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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visage to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
X-102,
Skaos,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.