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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
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.