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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Slave to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.