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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
JFA,
Jandek,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.