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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.