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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.