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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Q65,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.