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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.