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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.