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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Q65,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.