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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.