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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.