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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.