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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.