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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.