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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.