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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.