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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.