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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.