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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.