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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Echospace,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Television,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.