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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.