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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
MC5,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.