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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Ossler,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.