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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.