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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Index,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.