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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.