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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.