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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.