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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.