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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Swans,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.