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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Saints,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.