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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.