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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.