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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.