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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.