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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.