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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.