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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.