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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.