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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.