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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Index,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Faust,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.