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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.