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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.