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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
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.