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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.