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 China and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.