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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.