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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.