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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.