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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.