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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
a-ha,
UT,
Franke,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.