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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.