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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.