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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.