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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.