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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.