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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Technova,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.