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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.