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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.