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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.