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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.