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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.