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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.