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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.