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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Gong,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.