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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.