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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.