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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.