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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.