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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.