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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.