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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.