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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.