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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.