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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.