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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.