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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
UT,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.