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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.