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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.