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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Pantytec,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Busters,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.