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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.