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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.