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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Nas,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.