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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.