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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.