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 Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.