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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.