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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The Index,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.