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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.