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 Malta 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Names,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
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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.