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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.