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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.