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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.