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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.