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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Visage,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.