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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.