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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.