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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.