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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.