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 Poland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.