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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.