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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.