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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.