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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.