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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.