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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.