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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.