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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.