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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.