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 India and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.