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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.