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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.