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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.