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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.