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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.