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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.