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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.