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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.