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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.