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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.