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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.