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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.