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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.