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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.