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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
MDC,
The Monks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.