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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.