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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.