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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.