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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.