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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.