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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
JFA,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.