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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Wings,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Make Up,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.