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 France and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
the Association,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.