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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.