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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Japan,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.