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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.