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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.