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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yaz to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.