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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.