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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-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.