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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.