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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.