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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Human League to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.