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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.