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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.