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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.