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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.