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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.