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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.