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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.