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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.