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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.