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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.