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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.