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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.