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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
MDC,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
UT,
the Association,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.