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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.