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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.