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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Quantec,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.