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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.