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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.