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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.