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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.