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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.