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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.