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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.