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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.