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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.