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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.