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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.