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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Fear,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.