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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.