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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Smog,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.