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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.