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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Doors to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.