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 San Marino and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.