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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.