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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.