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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
UT,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.