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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.