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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.