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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.