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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.