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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.