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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Smog,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.