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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 MC5 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.