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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.