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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.