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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.