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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.