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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.