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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.