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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Scion,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.