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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Bluetip,
UT,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Faust,
The Doors,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.