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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.