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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.