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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.