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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.