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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.