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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.