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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.