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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.