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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.