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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Das Ding 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.