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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.