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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.