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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.