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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.