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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.