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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
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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.