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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.