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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.