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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.