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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.