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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.