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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.