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 Israel 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.