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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.