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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
UT,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.