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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.