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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.