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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.