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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.