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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.