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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.