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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.