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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.