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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
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.