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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.