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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.