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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.