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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.