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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.