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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.