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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.