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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.