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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 organ 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Human League,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.