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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.