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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Doors,
Wings,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.