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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Joe Smooth 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Q65,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.