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 Philippines and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.