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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Cymande,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.