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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.