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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.