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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.