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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.