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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Nico,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.