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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.