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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Sound,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.