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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.