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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.