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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.