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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.