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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.