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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.