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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.