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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.