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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.