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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.