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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.