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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.