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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.