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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
PIL,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.