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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.