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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.