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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.