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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
cv313,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.