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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.