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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Gong,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.