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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Monks,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.