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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.