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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
New Order,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.