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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.