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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.