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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.