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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.