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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.