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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.