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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.