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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Japan,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Nico,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Pylon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.