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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.