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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.