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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.