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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.