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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.