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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.