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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.