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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.