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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.