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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Wings,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.