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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.