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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.