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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.