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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Organ to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.