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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.