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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Mojo Men 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Ludus,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.