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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow 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 grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.