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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.