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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Names,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.