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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.