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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.