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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.