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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Whodini,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.