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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.