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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.