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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.