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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Pole,
UT,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.