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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Rakim,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
the Association,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.