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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Monks to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.