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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.