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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.