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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.