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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Crime,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.