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 Sweden and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.