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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
The Doors,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.