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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
X-101,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.