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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.