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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.