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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Visage,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.