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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.