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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.