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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.