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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.