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 Benin 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.