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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.