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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.