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 Malta 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.