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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
New Order,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.