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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.