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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Wings,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.