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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.