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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.