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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.