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 France and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Brick,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.