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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brick,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.