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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.