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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.