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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
UT,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.