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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.