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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.