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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.