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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.