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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.