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 Benin and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.