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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.