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 Bolivia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Q65,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.