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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.