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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echospace to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.