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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.