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 Peru 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.