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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.