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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.