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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.