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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
AZ,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.