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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Index,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.