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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.