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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.