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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.