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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Monks,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.