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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.