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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.