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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.