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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.