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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.