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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.