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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.