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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.