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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Technova,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.