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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.