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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
the Human League,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.