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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.