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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.