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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.