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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.