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 Israel and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 R.M.O. 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
cv313,
UT,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.