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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.