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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.