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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.