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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.