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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.