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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.