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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.