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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.