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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.