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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.