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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.