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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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?
JFA,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.