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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Inner City,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Echospace,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.