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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.