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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.