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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Technova,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.