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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.