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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.