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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.