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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.