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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.