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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.