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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.