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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.