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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.