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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.