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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.