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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.