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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.