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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.