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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.