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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
the Association,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.