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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.