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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Index,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.