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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
MDC,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.