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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.