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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.