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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.