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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.