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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.