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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.