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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.