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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.