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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.