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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.