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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
The Move,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.