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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.