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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
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.