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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.