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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.