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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.