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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Model 500,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.