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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
June Days,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Index,
Ronan,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.