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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Human League,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.