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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Index,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.