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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.