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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.