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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.