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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.