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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.