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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.