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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.