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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.