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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.