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 Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Gong,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.