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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.