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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.