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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.