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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.