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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.