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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Section 25,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.