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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.