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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.