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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.