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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
UT,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.