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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.