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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 808 and an oboe 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Pole,
Main Source,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.