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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.