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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.