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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Slave,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Can,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.