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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Niagra,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.