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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.