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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.