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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Magma,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.