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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.