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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.