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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barry Ungar 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.