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 Japan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.