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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.