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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.