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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.