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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Echospace,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.