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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Index,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.