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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.