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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.