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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Fear,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
JFA,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.