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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.