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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.