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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.