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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.