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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.